A young boy, around the sa age as Rio, stood in awe as he entered the grand halls of the castle. It was a sight unlike anything he had ever seen before. Every corner, every part of it, be it stones on the ground, or glass on a window—all of it took his breath away.
With his jet-black hair tousled and his little brownish eyes filled with wonder, he looked around like a lost puppy, taking in every detail with excitent.
The boy couldn't contain his enthusiasm as he ran from one corner of the hall to another, exploring every nook and cranny. He darted through the crowd, maneuvering carefully to avoid bumping into other guests.
His smile bead brightly, illuminating the room. His excitent was contagious, drawing smiles from so who caught a glimpse of his face.
While so had a sneer on their faces, thinking where did this hillBilly co from.
In their eyes, the boy was acting like a country bumpkin looking at the big city for the first ti, going mad from the sight alone.
Yet the boy remained unfazed and uncaring to everything around him. He weaved through the throng of people, he marveled at the splendor of the event. The ladies in their designer gowns and jewelries, and the n in their fancy suits and coats—it was a display of sothing the boy had never seen, so much so that he believed it straight out of a fairy tale.
The boy was Leonard Heartwell, son of Baron Darren Heartwell. The protagonist of the novel, the chosen son of this world, the chosen son of sun and light. (But we'll get to those parts later, so let's continue here)
Leonard Heartwell had co to this party with his father, after begging him to tag along for hours.
And the mont he entered the castle, he knew it was all so fricking worth it.
Just after entering and so greetings with a few people, when his father was busy, he slipped away.
'If I stayed with father, I'd only listen to boring chat of old people, but this is more fun and exciting.' Leon thought as he looked at the group of kids gathering and shouting at the corner.
Feeling curious, he went there to check why they were all so excited. After trying for a while when no one let him pass and see what was happening, he pulled a chair and stood on it. Looking ahead from a height, he managed to see sothing that surprised him.
There in the center was a man doing magic with his hands, showing truck's and spells without stopping. With one wave so fiery birds would start flying, and with another a water serpent ca forward and started fighting the bird.
"Woah that is so coool."
"I'm telling you that bird is going to be killed by the snake."
"Humf idiot. That bird is a Phoenix. My brother said it's a bird that can't die.'
"You're the idiot. If that yellow chicken is a phoenix then that blue snake is a sea dragon."
Leon heard so kids arguing amongst themselves, about who'll win. Watching them happily chat with each other, Leon couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness. He wanted to share this experience with his friends too. But the reality of the occasion didn't allow him; this was a royal celebration, and he couldn't just bring anybody he wanted. Even he was only allowed to co here after he begged his father for hours, and since his big sis managed to make father agree to it.
He jumped from the chair, nearly falling face first, but at the last mont he managed to hold onto the boy standing in front and stopped himself.
Leon continued roaming and checking everything out. He looked at the dance and music performance, he watched a little play on so big display and tried a few gas. After a while, finally feeling a little tired, he started walking towards the lines of tables where food was served.
'Should I wait for father. But he's in the other hall. Guess I'll eat sothing first myself.'
Leon's eyes widened with delight as he took a bite from one of the plates and the sweet taste of it was just heavenly. He drank the juice from a glass and only one word ca to his mind -Nectar.
"Do the people of royalty eat and drink this daily. Ohh God, this is so good." Leon whispered, as he couldn't believe his eyes, about how good the food tasted here.
"Hey, look at this bumpkin. He's acting like he never ate anything." A boy standing near him, said to his friends while pointing at Leon.
"Hahaha his stomach's growling. He probably ca empty stomach, so he can eat more here." His friend spoke and they both started laughing.
Feeling angry at the insults, Leon wanted to say sothing, but looking at the clothes they wore and how they looked, he rembered his fathers advice about how he should just stay silent and not cause any drama here. So he just glared at the 2 boys and left the place.
"Oyee where are you going? Won't you drink so more nectar hahaha" One of the boys, with shoulder length red hair called him from behind. I think you should take a look at
"Forget it Eddie, I bet he already filled his pockets with sweets here lol." The other with the black hair spoke to his friend, making him burst out in laughter again.
Leon glared back at the boy, but seeing how so kids were already gathering around, he turned back and walked away faster.
Before coming here today, he promised his father to watch his manners, and how his sister warned him not to pick any fights with anyone, so he kept silent.
'Humph these idiots.' He thought, but stopped as he heard a voice.
"Lincoln, you scared him. Now he's going to complain to his mama hahaha" Eddie or Edward said watching Leon leave, while holding his stomach and laughing out loud.
"What complain, he's probably going to cry to his mother's laps." The boy, nad Lincoln replied, while holding back his laughter.
Hearing the boys, talking about his mother, Leon halted his steps, his eyes now filled with anger. He turned back and walked to the boys "What did you say?"
"Look Lincoln, he ate too much and now his ears aren't working." Edward spoke looking at him. "I said, did you put sothing in your pockets?"
"Ohh look, he did." Lincoln said, pointing at Leon's pants pocket, which were bulging slightly.
"Dam he really did. I was just joking lol." Edward said, really surprised and started laughing again.
"It's not food. It's the gift I bought for the princess." Leon said in a hurry, as he saw so kids who gathered around due to all the noise, pointing at him and making fun of him.
"Gift for princess. Hahha what did this hobo can even give the princess? You probably picked sothing from the roadside." One of the kids, standing aside, said while laughing. Leon recognized him at a glance. He was Hermaan ismat, son of Baron Wilhelm Otto ismat.
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